Aftercare
TW: Suggestive.
“You were too rough.” Dazai whines, shifting in the bath tub against his husband’s chest.
“You were literally begging for it.” Chuuya says with an eye-roll.
The brunette lets out a melodramatic gasp. “Chibi is victim blaming, you’re such a meanie.” He buries his face in the smaller man’s shoulder.
“If I’m such a meanie, how come you’re cuddling me?” Chuuya asks, the amusement in his voice palpable as he subconsciously traces the lines of his husband’s scars.
The brunette huffs. “‘Cause you’re warm, and you owe me.” He grumbles.
The ginger can’t help but chuckle, swiping Dazai’s hair out of the way before pressing a kiss on the side of his head. “I owe you? You sounded like you were having the time of your life just a few minutes ago.”
Dazai pouts. “Shut up.”
Chuuya only laughs more, tilting his husband’s chin up and pressing a kiss to his lips. “As his majesty wishes.” He teases.
The brunette huffs, and then pulls Chuuya into another kiss, longer, more passionate.
They both eventually pull away, resting their foreheads together.
“What was that for?” Chuuya asks breathlessly.
“You just looked very kissable.” Dazai remarks, a smirk coming to his face as he shifts to his knees.
“Wanna go a second round?”